In the second tunnel, Fluey was wandering around, looking for the
Siren, or a
door to get out of the tunnel and closer into the castle.
"Looking for something, water boy?" Cindy asked, leaning against the
wall.
"Yeah," Fluey said, turning towards her. "I'm looking for the Siren.
Hey, what
are you doing here, anyway, Cindy?"
"I'm on a witch watch."
"What's a witch watch?"
"I'm watching for witches. Mainly the Siren. After all, she's just a
witch."
"Can't argue with you there."
"I figured I'd help you out."
"Thanks, but me, Multi, and Coiley have everything under control. See
ya
around, Cindy."
Fluey was about to walk off. Cindy let him. She sat down on a rock, and
took
her nail file out of her pocket. She began to work on her nails.
"Oh, I know you have everything under control," she said. "But are you
so sure
Multi and Coiley do, too?"
"Come again?" Fluey asked, turning around, and coming back.
"Well, I was just thinking," Cindy said. "Multi and Coiley don't really
give
you too much credit. I mean, you have such a nice voice, and your
forced to
sing back-up in the band. Plus you're obviously the best looking, too,
and
you're just off to the side. It really isn't fair, is it?"
"It's how it worked out," Fluey said, shrugging. "I mean, Coiley has
the best
singing voice of the three of us."
"I disagree. I think you do. Coiley's just afraid you'll be better than
he is.
And another thing, how come they never let you drive the
Impossi-Mobile? It's
almost always Coiley, and I've seen Multi drive it every now and
again."
Fluey didn't have an answer to that one. There were instances where he
was in
the front, but that was only if the group was playing and they had the
car on
automatic pilot as they played. Other than that, Fluey never once drove
the
Impossi-Mobile (or flew the Impossi-Jet for that matter).
"I think the other two are afraid you'll show them up," Cindy
continued, still
filing her nails. "Hands down, you're the most powerful of the three of
you,
Fluey. After all, you bail Multi and Coiley out of the most jams."
"Yeah, that's true," Fluey said.
"In fact, I think you'd be better off without them. The Impossibles
just
couldn't last without you."
Cindy leaned forward and kissed Fluey. He didn't melt totally this
time, just
partially. He composed himself, and proceeded to leave the tunnel,
thinking
about what Cindy had told him.
"She does have a point," he said. "They don't give me enough credit,
even
though I'm the backbone of the team!"
Multi, in the meantime, was going through his own tunnel, looking for
the
Siren. Shawn walked over to him and smiled.
"Hi, Multi," she said.
"Oh, hi, Shawn," Multi replied. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to warn you, the Siren's on the prowl."
"She is, huh? Where?"
"Oh, I don't know. She just took off for who knows where. I hope you
stop her,
Multi. She's just so evil!"
"Don't worry about a thing, Shawn. The Impossibles will bring her to
justice."
"Oh, I don't doubt that. But incidently, how reliable are Coil Man and
Fluid
Man?"
"Very reliable, why?"
"Just curious. Seems to me as if they're always getting themselves into
a mess,
and you have to get them out of it. I mean, you're the one with the
greatest
superpower. You can duplicate yourself whenever you want, and that'd
give the
bad guys something to shoot at, and they'll think they got them all,
even the
original, even though they don't. That's when you turn the tables on
them."
"Yeah, I suppose you have a point, Shawn."
"Plus, you're the most talented musician, and the cutest. Those
Impossibles
would be nothing if it weren't for you. They couldn't handle bullets
like you
can, letting them hit your images. You're the best, Multi."
Shawn then kissed Multi. That packed a good punch as well. Multi
composed
himself, and then headed out the other way, thinking about what Shawn
had said.
"The Impossibles wouldn't be possible without me," Multi said. "I'm the
brains
of the operation."
At the moment, the Impossibles returned to the entrance and headed for
the
Impossi-Jet.
"You guys have any luck finding the Siren?" Coiley asked.
"Nope, we struck out," Fluey said.
"Yeah," Multi said. "I guess we'd better head back and check this place
out
later."
"Right," Coiley said, and he was about to hop into the driver's seat,
but Fluey
stopped him.
"Hold it a minute," he said. "How come you always get to do the
driving?"
"Because I'm the leader," Coiley said. "Besides, you're a rotten
driver."
"Yeah, that's why we never let you drive, Fluey," Multi said.
"I am not a rotten driver!" Fluey yelled. "I passed Driver's Ed, thank
you very
much! I haven't had a chance to drive this thing when it wasn't in
automatic
pilot, so I'd like to get the chance to!"
"But Fluey . . . ." Coiley shouted.
"Oh for Pete's sake, Coiley, if he wants to drive, let him drive!"
Multi
shouted. "If he crashes the car, I could always get us out of the mess.
As
usual."
"What do you mean 'as usual'?" Coiley demanded.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Multi, but aren't I always the one bailing
you guys
out of trouble?" Fluey asked.
"You're wrong, Fluey," Coiley said. "I'm the one bailing you two out of
trouble!"
"No way!" Multi shouted. "I'm the one bailing you two out of trouble!
You
couldn't handle half the things I handle! After all, I am the most
powerful
Impossible."
"What?!" Fluey shouted.
"Oh yeah, sure, Multi," Coiley said, sarcastically. "I'm more powerful
than the
two of you put together!"
"You think you're so special just 'cause you're the leader!" Fluey
yelled. "Well, I'm the most powerful, and I'm the best singer, too!"
"You are not, I'm the best singer!" Coiley shouted.
"That's crazy!" Multi shouted. "I've heard dentist drills that sound
better
than you two! I'm the best singer!"
On that sour note, the Impossibles began arguing all the way back to
headquarters. It was amazing they didn't get into a wreck with all the
arguing
they were doing. This was part of the Siren's plot. She watched them
fly away,
fighting.
"It worked," she said. "The Impossibles are fighting, and this could
cause them
to break up. I'll be rid of them soon enough. You girls have done
well."
"Well, it was your special lipstick that did that, Siren," Cindy said.
"Yeah," Natalie agreed. "This stuff really messed with their minds but
good,
didn't it, Shawn?"
"I guess," Shawn said, shrugging.
"Well, it wouldn't have worked without you girls," the Siren said. "My
plot was
to make it seem like you three really liked them. They'll never suspect
you're
working for me!"
The Siren, Cindy, and Natalie laughed evilly. Shawn nodded her head in
agreement and then stared out the window. The Siren didn't know about
it, but
there was a small snag in that plan. Cindy, Natalie, and herself were
only
supposed to pretend to fall for Fluey, Coiley, and Multi. The problem
was Shawn
was falling for Multi for real. At any rate, the Impossibles headed
back to
headquarters. They were done arguing but now not speaking to each
other. Fluey
drove the car into the garage and got out. Multi and Coiley followed.
Mike
noticed the looks on their faces.
"Problem, guys?" he asked.
"Yeah," Multi said. "With them."
"Oh shut up," Fluey said.
"You shut up!" Multi retorted.
"Both of you shut up!" Coiley yelled.
"Aw, can it, Coiley!" Fluey shouted.
"What's the problem?" Mike asked.
"Them!" all three Impossibles shouted in unison, indicating one
another. Mike
was dumbfounded.
"Okay," he said, slowly. "Obviously you're arguin' over somethin'.
What?"
"Well, Coiley thinks he's so superior just 'cause he's the leader,"
Fluey
said. "I betcha I can do a better job of singing than he can!"
"That's a laugh!" Multi shouted. "I'm a better singer than you are,
Fluey!"
"I'm better than the both of you, and that's why I'm the leader!"
Coiley
shouted. "I'm also the best looking and the most powerful!"
"You are not! I am!" Fluey shouted.
"No, I am!" Multi yelled.
There they go again. They began screaming their heads off at each
other. Mike
stared at them as if they had gone completely crazy. He stuck two
fingers in
his mouth and whistled shrilly.
"Guys! Please!" he yelled. "Now the three of you are best friends!
There's no
need to fight over somethin' as trivial as this. Okay? Now can't you
just get
along?"
"No!" the Impossibles yelled.
"I never was a good peace maker, much less a diplomat," Mike said. Then
he
heaved a sigh. "Okay, you guys stay here. Try and work it out. I'm
gonna go
find Reggie and Phyllis. Maybe they can help me. And try not to kill
each
other."
Mike dashed off. Coiley, Multi, and Fluey glared at each other. Fluey
walked
over to the Impossi-Mobile and sat down on the hood. He folded his arms
across
his chest.
"You guys are worthless," he said.
"What do you mean by that?" Coiley asked.
"Think about it," Fluey said. "I have the most power here. And the
hardest
punch, too. I mean, I can get inside any kind of opening, whereas you
guys have
to wait for me to go underneath a locked door and then open it. You
guys would
be nothing without me."
"You're wrong," Multi said. "You'd be nothing without me. If it weren't
for my
images taking blasts from villains, and them missing the original,
you'd be
long gone by now! The Impossibles wouldn't be possible without me!"
"Oh yeah?" Coiley asked. "Who was the one who asked you to be part of a
band?
Who came up with most the song ideas? Who's guitar does Big D dish out
orders
from?! Who came up with the band name?!"
"Phyllis," Multi and Fluey said in unison.
"That's beside the point," Coiley said. "Without me, you two would
still be
sitting alone in the lunchroom of Megatropolis high school, waiting to
be
transferred out as fast as you were transferred in!"
"Hmph!" Multi shouted. "That's a laugh. You weren't exactly Mr.
Popularity
yourself, buster!"
"Without me, you guys would be nothing!" Coiley shouted.
"You're nuts, Collins!" Fluey shouted. "I'm the one who keeps us all
together!"
"No you're not, McAlister, I am!" Multi shouted.
"No way, Mills!" Coiley shouted. "I am!"
The boys started shouting again. This time, they were getting physical.
Fluey
turned into water, and went flying forward. He punched Coiley right in
the nose
as hard as he could, and then went back to the car. Coiley stretched
his arm
out and aimed for Fluey, but he detached himself and Coiley missed. His
arm
reeled back and hit Multi instead. Multi then split in two and used his
shield
to smack Coiley, using the shield like a pair of cymbals. It wasn't
over yet.
Their guitars happened to be in the Impossi-Mobile. Fluey picked up his
and hit
Multi's duplicate over the head with it.
"You missed the original!" he laughed triumphantly.
"So what?" Coiley shouted, taking his guitar and whapping the original
Multi
with it. "I got the original! Har, har!"
"Oh yeah?" Multi asked, taking his own guitar. "Take this, you
overgrown bed
spring!"
Multi swung, and Coiley jumped out of the way. Multi ended up hitting
Fluey,
who was unprepared for it. Fluey grinded his teeth and picked up his
guitar
again. It was practically a war! Mike finally had managed to locate
Phyllis and
Reggie and he was explaining the situation to them.
"I don't know what could have happened," he said. "But the good news is
they're
not hitting each other."
"Oh no?" Reggie asked. "Then what do you call that?"
Mike looked and saw the Impossibles destroying their guitars, like the
Who,
only using each other instead of the floor, or amplifiers or what not.
Phyllis's eyes grew wide. Thanks to a couple of near misses, the
guitars hit
the car, and that caused a few dents in the works.
"Oh dear lord," Mike muttered.
"Aren't you guys going to do something?" Phyllis asked.
"We will when it gets ugly," Reggie said. "And it hasn't gotten ugly
yet."
At that moment, Coiley shot forward, and charged Multi and Fluey. The
two of
them dodged, and Coiley ran smack into the car, giving it a pretty good
sized
dent. Fluey turned into water and shot forward as well. Coiley jumped
out of
the way, and Fluey hit the wall. Then he made another beeline for
Coiley, and
ended up running smack into the car. Multi multiplied and charged the
other
two. It was a mess, that's all there is to say. The Impossibles not
only had
destroyed their guitars, but the Impossi-Mobile was in shambles, too!
And
goodness knows, they didn't even stop there!
"All right, no more Mr. Nice Guy!" Fluey shouted. "Charge!"
"Bring it on, McAlister," Multi said, duplicating himself. "Bring it
on!"
Fluey handled Multi's duplicates, and Coiley gave the original Multi a
good
sock in the stomach.
"Take that, Mills!" Coiley shouted.
"And you can take this, Collins!" Fluey yelled, punching Coiley in the
stomach.
Multi bopped him over the head.
"How's that for a good punch, Fluey?" he asked.
"Okay, now it's getting ugly," Reggie said. "Guys! Hold it a second!"
Reggie, Mike, and Phyllis practically ran into the room. Phyllis
grabbed
Coiley's wrists, Reggie grabbed Multi's arms, and Mike grabbed Fluey's
shoulders, and the three of them practically held the Impossibles down
before
they could wreck Mike's garage!
"Let me at 'em! Let me at 'em!" Fluey shouted.
"Just one more punch," Coiley said. "I can take 'em both! I can take a
million
Multi's"
"Let me throttle 'em," Multi said, through gritted teeth. "Just let me
throttle
them!"
"Hey cool it, guys!" Reggie yelled, struggling to hold Multi down. The
other
two were struggling as well.
"Hold it there!" Mike shouted.
"What's the matter with you guys?!" Phyllis yelled. "You're supposed to
be best
friends!"
"Not anymore!" Coiley shouted. "I'm going solo!"
"Me too!" Fluey yelled.
"Me three!" Multi shouted. "I don't even want to be seen with them!"
"That goes double for me!" Coiley yelled.
"Triple for me!" Fluey shouted.
With that, Mike, Reggie, and Phyllis let go, and the Impossibles
stormed out of
the garage, mad as hornets.
"What do we do now?" Mike asked.
"I'll have to tell this to Big D," Phyllis said. "In the meantime, you
two
better put the car and the guitars back together again."
"Right," Reggie said, picking up pieces of guitar, and the strings.
Mike sighed
and picked up a sledgehammer.
"What do you need that thing for?" Phyllis asked.
"How else do you expect me to hammer out the dents the guys made?" Mike
asked. "It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it."

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